Chapter 92 Diner with the Robert


    As ire entered thevishonestaamand, the night had descended into a serete atmosphere with a sens


    sense of luxury enveloping her. The soft glow of the chandeliers cast awam filmover the diures, did the air was filled will the clinking of sses and nummers of conversation. ire was not one to indulge inoften, but tonight she had decided in feral herself to something special, a bottle of the finest wine the establishment had to offer.


    The wallies, d in artisp uniform, greeted ire with a simile as she approached. "Good evening, mardam, Do you luve a reservation?" she inquired politely. rinddeil. "Yes, mader the name Calir Interson," she replied, retuming the smile,


    nighilds way, Ms. Peterson," The waitress said, leading her in a table set with plushchairs and fine linersThis is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    tte settled into her seat, taking in the ambner of the upscale restaurant.


    As the waitress retuned with themes, ire perused the selection before confidently ordering the most expensive bottle of wine they had, along with a decadent scallop pasta "Excellent choker, madam,"


    "the waliuess temarked, jotting down the order before disappearing into the kitchen,


    Alone in the calun atmosphere of the restaurant, lte listened to the soft jazz music ying in the background. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a slight.


    i sight of a familiar couple Roberi


    and Gretta Robertson. With a smirk, she made her way over to them, internpting


    Curiositypiqued, ire stood up and caught s Robert''s Urade against the statt,


    "Robert, Gertta, what a pleasant suprise," ire greeted thermally, Ignoring Robert''s Imitated demeanor.


    Hobest looked slightly taken aback beforeposting himself.


    "re, I didn''t expect to see you here," he replied, his tone cool.


    ire''s eyes flicked between them, noting it''s uneasy demeant. When Robert tumed his attention back to her, she sensed an opportunity to diffuse the Tension


    *Not at all." ir assured him will asle. "I was just curious about themotion. Es everything alright?"


    The stall, still visibly shaken from Robert''s earlier outbest, exined that the restaurant was fully booked but had amodated them reluctantly.


    Tuming back to Robert and Gre, ire extended an invitation "Why don''t you join me? I have plenty of room at my table,"


    Robert arched an eyebrow skeptically, while Getta lugged at his arm, urging him to leave. Ignoring his wife''s silent pleas, Robert tumed to ire with a hint of suspicion "Are you serious?" lirashed incedulously,


    ire nodded, her sale wavering "Of course it would be my pleasure."


    Gretta''s eyes widened with concent, fearing ire''s ulterior motives. "Roben, maybe we should find another restaurant," she whispered urgently.


    However, Robert tied to ire and ept ire offer despite his wife refusal. "If you will have us, then we ept


    Gretta''s anxiety only grew as they followed ire to her table, te of what tte was nning after theirst encounter "Please have a seat.''


    As they settled in ire signaled for the waters to bring over the menu. She watched them closely as they perused their options, noticing Guetta''s distracted


    Guetta was filled with anxiety as she considered her chances that ire would tell Robert about what she had done. She couldn''t focus on the menu, her nerves celling the best of her. Once they had ced thereeders, the waitress returned with a bottle of expensive wine, at ire''s request ire nodded approvingly as the waitress poured a ss for each of them with the wine flowing freely, Robert couldn''t help but wonder why ire had invited them to her table.


    "so, ire," he began, "what maile you decide to invite us over?"


    ire took a sip of her wine, savoring the rich vor before responding "Oh, why not?" she replied casually. "t have plenty of space at my table, and it''s nice to havepany especially familiar faces." Robes


    d''help but noticed the glint in her eyes as she said that "Oh really? How ace of you,''


    ire leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint inhereye. "Roben." she started. "couldn''t help but wonder why you didn''teome to my birthday party. I''m sure I sent you an Invitation."


    Robert''s heart skipped a beat as listaggled toe up with a usible excuse. Robert was having trouble thinking of a good reason, so his heart skipped a beat. Despite having gotten the invitation, he were feeling excluded from ire''s socialwork and didn''t see a point attend.


    Stammering slightly, Robert replied, "Uh, well, you see, my wife wasn''t feeling well that day. I needed to take care of her." isealed an eyebrow, her gaze shifting to Guetta, who avoided malding eye contact. "Oh, she wasn''t feeling well, huh?" ire repeated, hertonced with skepticism.


    ceetta''s anxiety mounted with each passing second, the weight of her start threatening to sulforate her. She prayed for time to move faster, desperate the imperating confrontation


    Rabent acknowledged with a nod, clearly ufortable.


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    "yes, she wasn''t feeling well at all, his voice was steady, but the he was obvious to ire. She could see right through thein.


    Chapter 92 Dinner with the Robertson


    ire nodded in understanding, her lips forming a tight smile. "Of course. I hope she is feeling well


    il now." Her gaze shifted to Gretta which she quickly looked away, not daring meet her eyes.


    If only Robert knew the real truth about his wife and what she did that day, ire is sure he would be surprised.


    As their food arrived, the three of them ate in silence, each of them focusing on their food and deep in thoughts.


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    However, ire had promise. If Gretta kept half of her deal and didn''t get involved in ire''s life, she wouldn''t reveal Gretta''s secret.


    As they were finishing their meal, Robert broke the silence. "ire how is Cortex 20ing along?" he asked, his tone casual.


    ire raised her eyebrows, surprised by his sudden interest.


    "How is the progress?


    "It''s going well," ire answered, giving him just enough information without revealing too much.


    She wondered why he was aslong. Robert never showed much interest in the new software release. He brought it up only once, when he was left out from the meeting to select the team that will lead Cortex 20. He then hadn''t bothered to ask again after that. ire didn''t mind because she was aware of his ipetence in handling his own job.


    Robert nodded. "Good to hear that."


    an to pay.


    ire reached for her purse to pay for the dinner, but Robert stopped her. "I will pay," he said. "It doesn''t look right for a woman to ire raised her eyebrows again, then smiled. "Are you sure about that?"


    Robert smiled coolly. "It''s fine," he said.


    ire stood up, still smiling. "y, if you say so. I''m going to leave now if that''s okay with you."


    Robert nodded. "Sure, ire."


    "Thank you for paying "ire said as she tumed and left the


    restaurant.


    Gretta let out a breath of relief as ire is out of sight. When Robert gestured for the waitress to bring the bill, shended it to him.


    His eyes widened as he opened the bill.


    "What?"